Many many years agowhen I was twenty three,I was married to a widowwho was pretty as could be.This widow had a grown-up daughterwho had hair of red.My father fell in love with her,and soon they two were wed.This made my dad my son-in-lawAnd changed my very life.For my daughter was my mother,'cos she was my father's wife.To complicate the matter,Although it brought me joy,I soon became the fatherOf a bouncing baby boy.My little baby then becameA brother-in-law to dad.And so became my uncle,Though it made me very sad.For if he was my uncle,Then that also made him brotherTo the widow's grown-up daughterWho, of course, was my step-mother.My Father's wife then had a son,Who kept him on the run.And he became my grandchild,For he was my daughter's son.My wife is now my mother's motherAnd it makes me blue.Because, although she is my wife,She is my grandmother too.If my wife is my grandmother,Then I am her grandchild.And every time I think of it,It nearly drives me wild.For now I have becomeThe strangest case you ever saw.As the husband of my grandmother,I am my own grandpa.

"If a man has found nothing he's willing to die for, he is not ready to live"

DISCIPLINE MUST BE A HABIT SO INGRAINED THAT IT IS STRONGER THAN THE EXCITEMENT OF BATTLE OR THE FEAR OF DEATH. General George S. Patton

Laws that forbid the carrying of firearms, disarm only those who are neither inclined nor determined to commit crimes. Such laws make things worse for the assulted, and better for the assailants. They serve rather to encourge, than to prevent homicides. For an unarmed man may be attacked with greater confidence than an armed man.